What quality do you value most in a friend?
Integrity. If I can’t trust you, I’m not getting close to you.
I also love some snark (which requires intelligence, IMO), and, at the very least, a willingness to roll with some dark fucking humor.
Tag: Friends
In A Naughty Place?
Last week, on Wee One’s (WO) first day of school, I was out with another mom friend whose son was at his first day of kindergarten. (Let’s call her Tilda.)
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I was looking back in my post archives, and came across this list, this travel bucket list. My ultimate places to go. I probably wrote this pre-2008 because, as you can see, I have done a few things. The italics are the old list.
The equator. Stand on both sides of it. See if water swirls in the opposite direction in the Southern Hemisphere.
What does it smell like in the Sistine Chapel? (TM Goodwill Hunting)
Ferry from Spain to Morocco.
Visit the Kilns and see where C.S. Lewis is buried.
Auschwitz
Northern Lights
Montana
Maine. Maybe go to Northeastern most post.
UP (Michigan)
Scotland
Italy
Boston
Things changed once I had Wee One (WO), and then again after COVID. Pre-COVID, Cohiba had to travel, often every week or every other week. I hated it. And pre-COVID, if we didn’t have WO, we wanted to go to places the farther out, the better. Hopefully some place I’ve never been.
I was in Missouri in May for the Central Missouri Renaissance Fair, (I got my COVID vaccines and feel comfortable having WO outside with people), and it felt so exotic. I haven’t traveled in so long. We got an air BnB in St. Louis for a few days, saw some friends, my folks, and some sights, then the fair. As my friends, Denise, Amy, and I were meeting with our kids (we are all couch surfers from way back and are new mothers now), we talked about traveling and where we might want to go, now that we’re vaccinated.
Our lists seemed so little. Like I’ll go back to St. Louis this year. Or they could come around me now in Ohio. Or like, go to Iowa City, where Denise and I had surfed before. It was so different from how it had been, and not just because of the kids. COVID has changed so much, and we have changed as we’ve responded to it.
How about you? Are you looking at things differently?
New Party Guests
My daughter is of an age that she likes princesses and sometimes they came to different parties she attends. Just before Christmas, Anna and Elsa from Frozen came to a local Christmas party, and she was quite taken with their pretty dresses. I took pictures of her with both of them and posted them.
Sister Hazel
One night recently, I was at a bar with a number of friends and at the opening strains of a particular song, one of my friends and I were like, “Oh yeah!” We clinked beers and nodded meaningfully to each other. I don’t know what his memory was, and it’s probably different from mine, but it was clearly important to both of us.
Weekend Coffee Share #40 – Ohio Winter
If we were having coffee, it would be because you got on a plane and flew here from another place. I have not really made friends out here, and that’s kind of sad. I met with a mom and her son earlier this week, one I have talked to before, and it was nice. I’ve also started going to an open playtime at the local community center, just to let Wee One run off some steam in this dead of winter (more on that later) and climb and play on things we don’t have at Casa In-Laws.
Obla Di, Obla Da
What happens when life goes on?
Weekend Coffee Share #34 – Pirate Fest and Moving
If we were having coffee, you would want to hear about Tortuga, the pirate festival I went in Oregon last weekend. I can’t tell you about this without giving you the context of the weekend, which a friend came out to visit with us.
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Weekend Coffee Share #32
If we were having coffee, we would have a lot to catch up on, its been so long since we’ve met. There something coming up in the future, I tell you, something I can’t talk out and announce yet, but it will Change Things.
Goldfish In My Beer
Mommy happy hour usually included boring vanilla lattes and ice cappuccinos, important as it masqueraded as a child’s story time. I was so lucky to stumble upon it and, once I started going, I made sure to keep going.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 